“The Star He Believed in” (script of a literary evening dedicated to the work of A. Vampilov) - Kausheva T.V.

Literary living room scenario

"Remember me cheerfully..."

dedicated to the life and work of Alexander Vampilov

Developed by:

Teacher of Russian language and literature

Antipina Marina Fedorovna

Municipal educational institution Kazachinskaya secondary school

With. Kazachinskoe

Kazachinsko-Lensky district,

Irkutsk region

Goals:

Expanding knowledge about the writer and fellow countryman A. Vampilov;

Formation of respect for his creativity, love for his native language;

- nurturing interest in reading and expanding literary horizons; - formation of attentive, thoughtful reading;

Development of children's creative abilities: performing creative tasks and written research works;

Equipment:

Exhibition of the writer's works;

An image of a city street is projected onto a white wall;

On the table is a portrait of the writer;

Chairs for guests are arranged in a semicircle;

The presenters are located at the coffee table;

On the table is an unlit candle in a candlestick, a vase with pine and birch branches;

Presentation by A. Vampilov. (Annex 1.)

Phonograms ( Appendix 2 .)
Event participants:

students of grades 10 - 11 who just became acquainted with the name of A. Vampilov, teacher.

Minute stay on Earth

Everyone will capture it as best they can;

If the attraction of evil overcomes

He will be doubly memorable.

And if he kindly leaves the light

Or he will do beautiful deeds for the good,

Let him know: the moment he lived was not in vain

And he left a star trail for centuries.

Progress of the event

Presenter 1. Good afternoon, dear guests!

Presenter 2. We are glad to welcome everyone gathered in our literary living room!

IN 1. Our conversation today will be about an amazing person, a talented writer - playwright, our fellow countryman - Alexander Valentinovich Vampilov.

AT 2

Let's stand on Alar land,

The word “Vampilov”

let's say calmly

With thanks-

School and home

Selu Kutulik

And a literature teacher.

The door is closed

into the life of a playwright,

And open

books, theaters.

Through the eyes of Vampilov

IN 1

A hundred years have passed since Pushkin died,

And then Alexander was born again.

The gypsy told him his life would be short,

And with the name he accepted God's gift -

Writer, the gift of feeling and seeing what is invisible,

To be a visionary, to love, not to lie, to be friends,

Appreciate people and remember your mother’s word,

Do not break the living thread with the village.

AT 2

Alexander Vampilov was born on August 19, 1937 in the village of Kutulik, Irkutsk region, into a family of teachers. Many of his stories and essays are imbued with the idea of boundless love for his “small homeland”.

Presentation “Alexander Vampilov” (Anna Cheremnykh) ( Annex 1.)

IN 1

Review of works by Alexander Vampilov (Andreeva Alena)

AT 2

- “A chance, a trifle, a coincidence of circumstances sometimes become the most dramatic moments in a person’s life.”

Dramatization of the story “Date”.

IN 1

Vampilov writes essays and feuilletons. The main object of Vampilov's feuilletons is boorishness and rudeness in all its various guises. In the fight against them, the writer’s voice is inexorably demanding and persistent.

Beware of rudeness! The boors have not disappeared. The boors hid. They realized how dangerous it is to be rude in society, and crawled into their dog kennels. They became shy production workers. Simple humble workers.

And they remained boors. Looking around to see if there are any witnesses, they will say nasty things to you and splatter you with their poisonous saliva. Having locked themselves in, they will beat their children, their wife, and insult their own mother. Identify boors, drag them into the light of day, do not take your stern eyes off them! Judge the boors! Don’t give them a single curse word or a single broken glass.

AT 2

Vampilov is a prose writer who deeply feels the strong element that can subjugate a person, this is the power of the spirit, the imagination of dreams, which have no place in normal everyday life, but without which life is impossible.

Message from the school librarian (Lyubov Nikolaevna)

IN 1

Help me make a white light

From fallen leaves, from birch,

So that the sun will last for many years,

So that everything: snowstorms and thunderstorms...

But first, let’s scatter the credits:

We'll give five percent to fools,

We'll leave five percent for the cunning ones.

In our park among the fiery branches

The winds will drone here and there,

The stars will shine and so on.

In the evenings I feel sad one by one

There will be girls in staple trousers,

And tourists - hurry, on the weekend

And businessmen remember their paychecks.

And friends (everyone is alive and well,

Each in a truly own way)

At the crazy crossroads of the winds

They will bawle with you...

So, it's a deal? - Deal!

Only the world is never obedient...

Someone demands: everything is for fools!

Someone demands: everything - indifferent!

The cold is waiting, encasing us with a leafy ring...

We are preparing for a new battle...

Autumn...autumn is coming!

Without you!

With you!

Innocent of the Newly Baptized

AT 2

One thought was dear to Vampilov: “... the environment is ourselves. We, taken all together. And if so, then isn’t it the environment for each of us individually? Yes, it turns out that the environment is how each of us works, eats, drinks, what each of us loves, and, therefore, everyone can ask himself with all rigor: what is there in my life, in my actions, that reflects badly on other people?

Theatricalization of the story “Girl Memory”

IN 1

You can pick up a hundred epithets: talented, smart, mocking, proud, cheerful, passionate..., but these epithets will not reveal him the way he revealed himself in his plays. With his attitude towards the heroes and the choice of problems, he created his own image... (Gennady Nikolaev).

AT 2

Vampilov and Baikal are two words that are inseparable from each other.

The eyes of a writer are a spring of spirituality,

You can drown in them, like in the whirlpool of Lake Baikal.

Reaching an intense climax.

Baikal, a fusion of depth and purity,

Why did you become a coincidence,

The power of the elements? Insidiously, alone,

Did you put an end to someone else’s drama with a wave?

Message from the district library - Antipina O.P.

IN 1

People come to Vampilov, as a messenger of conscience, to wash themselves and breathe a breath of clean air. His words are firmly established in the literary series, into which they look with love and sadness.

AT 2

We learn what Vampilov was like from the memoirs of his relatives, friends, and contemporaries. The spiritual appearance of the playwright is revealed even when you peer into his portrait.

Presentation “Friends about Vampilov” (Antipina M.F.)

Remember me cheerfully

In a word, the way I was.

Why are you, willow tree, hanging down your branches?

Or did I not like it?

I don’t want her to remember me sad.

I'll go under the wind boom.

Only songs full of sadness,

I value it more than everyone else.

I walked the earth in joy.

I loved her like God

And no one is at my mercy

I couldn’t refuse anymore...

Everything that is mine will remain with me,

And with me and on earth

Someone's heart is hurting

In my native village.

Will there be springs, will there be winters,

Sing my song.

Just me, my loved ones,

I won't sing with you anymore.

Why are you, willow tree, hanging down your branches?

Or did I not like it?

Remember me cheerfully, -

In a word, the way I was.

Pyotr Reutsky

We are separated by years - a quarter of a century.

You left young - fate is unfair!

He left his soul to us and sang beautifully about his soul.

And now I look at your usual portrait:

A simple boy, modest, familiar to everyone,

With a face with high cheekbones and a shock of hair,

The mouth is slightly open in a smile...

“I feel sorry for the lonely, know how to be close to me.”

No, Sasha Vampilov, we won’t forget you.

Friends are with you. Believe.

And I look at the portrait.

How sad it is that genius does not give his light.

A childhood passion for poetry came. Vampilov suffered from it in secret from his family, reading his poems to his friends under a terrible oath:

The flowers of my spring have long since faded.

I've stopped regretting them,

They burned me with their fire,

And I decided: they won’t burn anymore.

And I forgot them. My efforts

They returned peace and grace to the soul -

It's nice to experience love's suffering.

And yet it’s more pleasant to forget the suffering.

Not cooled down from the heat,
The July night shone...
And above the dim earth
The sky is full of thunder
Everything was trembling in the lightning...

Like heavy eyelashes
Rising above the ground
And through the white lightning
Someone's menacing eyes
Sometimes they caught fire.

Sasha Vampilov
To a truly dear person on earth, without words about your work, which will be judged by classical criticism
I'll sail away on a boat,
Then I'll go on a cart.
Then on something else like that.
Then on horseback, then on foot
I'll walk down the street with a bag -
And I will live among my people!
Nikolay Rubtsov

He was doubly talented - both as a person and as a writer. A person’s talent is the warmth emanating from him, to which one is drawn in order to warm up. The world may be better or worse, but it is always uncomfortable. And a person’s spiritual gift, capable of giving consolation, should be considered enormous wealth - the same source to which they fall when thirsty, the same biblical small loaves that fed many hungry people. People in their outwardly moral structure should be divided so that in each circle there would be such a person.
Valentin Rasputin

Alexander Vampilov, author of the play "Duck Hunt"
Performance "Duck Hunt"
The author is eager to see.
And among the forest, among the forest
He spilled lakes of thoughts,
The deceitful ducklings were planted
But the directors are not flying!
Cartoon by A. Kalinin
from the almanac "Angara" No. 2 for 1968
Epigram of M. Sergeev

Poem by A. Vampilov:
What is unfriendly, wide valley, making noise?
Can't forgive me for separation?
What people don’t keep, what people don’t remember,
That, Eternal One, you remember and keep.
And here I am leaving you again,
Peace and eternity shelter.
How long is our separation, I don’t know
But my heart and soul are always here.
I am forever in your endless meadows,
I am forever in your dense meadows.
And after all the random roads of fate,
Twisted, tangled, steep
The last road is straight for me -
Here to die in peace.

“Many of those who knew Vampilov associated his student appearance with the guitar. This is no coincidence. Usually reserved and taciturn, he changed internally and externally when he mechanically plucked the strings with a light touch of his fingers, trying out the chords... At some point, a musical theme appeared,”
- A. Vampilov’s classmates recall.

“In the apartment in which Sanya lived, the sounds of Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Saint-Saens, Liszt, Glinka were heard... For A. Vampilov, music was part of his being, and, therefore, creativity. He had a special love for old Russian romances.”

Vladimir Skif
The century stumbled, suffocated
From sharp, knife pain,
When Vampilov did not return
From Baikal to your sad city
When a fast boat
Brought him to immortality,
The wave squeezed tightly in its arms,
Not letting anyone in.
The winds swirled like kites,
Lightning struck in the blood.
He didn't swim four meters
To life, fame and love.

More and more painful, more acute, more palpable
Your footprint on the earth comes to life.
May your name be hallowed forever,
Like high stars in the darkness...

And in the office the chair was freezing,
The whole city drowned in lead.
And they sang plays in the house,
Like children about their own father.

With what incredible power
We wanted you to come to us again
Vampilov would return alive
By land or by waves.

Not in a portrait or in a frame,
Ordinary, on the board.
And here he is again in front of us -
Great, bronze, alive.

2003

IN 1

And at the end of our meeting, Olesya Pavlovna will conduct a short quiz about the life and work of Alexander Vampilov.

AT 2

And the last chord - compose a syncwine about our meeting with Alexander Vampilov. (Instructions for compiling a syncwine are on the tables).

Teacher: Abilev M.K.

The star he believed in

(script of a literary evening dedicated to the work of A. Vampilov)

Target: acquaintance with the life and work of playwright A. Vampilov through biographical facts, poetry, the writer’s work, music.

Tasks: to reveal the creative individuality of the playwright, to show the main problems that Vampilov was thinking about;
develop students' creative and communication abilities;
to cultivate a sense of belonging to the author who lived and worked in Irkutsk.

Values: truth, love, righteous behavior

(The beginning of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star” sounds)

Presenter 1: “I have a presentiment that we will have a son. It seems to me that his fate will be unusual, perhaps as a writer’s. I recently dreamed about L.N. Tolstoy and A.M. Gorky. Gorky and I were hunting together, and as a token of gratitude he gave me half a bag of gunpowder.” (Valentin Nikitich Vampilov from a letter to his wife in the maternity hospital.)

Presenter 2: 1937 - this year the whole country was talking about Pushkin, who was killed exactly 100 years ago.

Presenter 3: Keep me safe, my talisman.

Keep me in the days of persecution.

In days of repentance and excitement.

You were given to me on the day of sorrow.

When the ocean rises

The waves are roaring around me.

When the clouds burst into thunder.-

Protect me, my talisman.

(A. Pushkin)

Presenter 4: 1937. It was this year that Sasha’s father, the director of a school in the village of Kutulik, did not reconcile himself with the illegal arrest of one of the teachers, went to Irkutsk to intercede on his behalf and himself found himself under suspicion.

Presenter 1: Sacred, sweet deception.

A magical luminary of the soul...

It hid itself, changed...

Keep me safe, my talisman.

Farewell, hope, sleep, desire:

Keep me safe, my talisman.

(Background of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star”)

Presenter 2: The premonition of the extraordinary fate of his child was the brightest in the last days of Valentin Nikitich. On a vague December morning, a cat came for him, chased in childish despair by Sasha’s older brother, Mikhail...

Presenter 3: At school, Sasha did not stand out among his friends, of whom he always had many and whom he loved very much. He grew up like all children. He loved Gaidar and wrote a little poetry. I read Pushkin a lot. Lermontov. Chekhov. Yesenin, but especially loved Tyutchev’s poems.

Presenter 4: There are in the brightness of autumn evenings

A touching, mysterious charm.

The ominous shine and variegation of the trees.

Crimson leaves have a languid, light rustle.

Misty and quiet azure

Over the sad orphaned land.

And, like a premonition of descending storms.

Gusty, cold wind at times.

Damage, exhaustion - and everything

That gentle smile of withering.

What in a rational being we call

Divine modesty of suffering.

(F. Tyutchev)

Presenter 1: In the formation of A. Vampilov’s spiritual world, the family played a significant role. Here he absorbed genuine intelligence and sensitivity, definiteness in his views on life, and sincerity of judgment.

Presenter 2: Grandmother Alexandra Afrikanovna Medvedeva had a huge influence on the children. In Sasha she found a grateful, attentive listener and student. I told Sasha a lot of fairy tales and stories. She was fond of the classics and passed on her love for it to her grandchildren.

Presenter 3: Those close to him were amazed by Alexander’s constant participation in the fate of his fellow villagers, especially the Kutulik boys. I was always interested in the life of the old inhabitants of the village. A. Vampilov retained his greedy interest in people throughout his life. Behind all his heroes there were real faces and destinies. The history of his native land not only worried him, it became the subject of his pride and new plans.

Presenter 4: Sasha Vampilov had an amazing magnetism of charm. People flocked to him. It’s impossible to even explain why he was so attractive. He could rarely be seen alone; there were always friends and comrades around him.

Presenter 1: Horse riding, taiga, boating, and in winter skiing, independently prepared literary evenings, long discussions about literature in the classroom, illuminated by the flame of a burning stove, for which they stored firewood themselves - this is the range of their activities and interests.

This is what spiritual thirst distinguished that post-war generation of boys and girls! (From the memories of the class teacher.)

Presenter 2: In 1955, Vampilov entered the university at the Faculty of History and Philology. It comes without a doubt, because history in these exiled ranks to which Vampilov belongs - applied science, home science - passed through the ancestral memory, and literature was in the name, year of birth, Pushkin's anniversary, grandmother, memory of the father, in the desire of the heart.

Presenter 3: A fun, interesting student life has begun. Sociable, mocking and delicate, he quickly became acquainted with his classmates, and later with Valentin Rasputin. This was the beginning of a true and devoted friendship, which was cut short only by death.

Presenter 4: To the question: “Is it easy to be friends with Vampilov?” - Rasputin answered: “On the one hand, it’s easy. He seemed to complete you. What you could tell to yourself, you could tell to Vampilov. With him you had to be extremely sincere, frank, and never hide anything. And what he said seemed necessary to you, this is exactly what was missing in your own reasoning, in revelations with yourself. Yes, being friends with him was easy and at the same time difficult, because a friend had to live up to this.”

Presenter 1: We sat in the library day and night. The main communication was like this: we met, fell in love, sent notes... It was a place for meetings, and the conversations were good, smart conversations.

Presenter 2: Those were the days when everything was argued, when they learned at least something from each other, adopted something, and were insatiably eager for books and knowledge of literature.

Scene "Date"

A scene from non-knightly times

May day. Quiet city street. In the shadow of a two-story house sits a shoemaker, the last of the solitary artisans. He is a bearded, handsome old man with the makings of intelligence, sober, and in a good mood. In front of him is a stool, tools - everything is in perfect order. A young man in a gray jacket and trousers tapered in the workshop approaches him.

STUDENT. Hello!

SHOEMAKER. Good afternoon

STUDENT. Are you languishing without work?

SHOEMAKER. Hiding from the heat. My shoes don't have that luxury of ventilation...

STUDENT (sitting down on a stool and taking off his shoes). An unfortunate accident. The habit of walking without looking at your feet... These boots must live at all costs.

SHOEMAKER. You mean: no matter what it costs you? (Examines the boots.) The operation is risky...

STUDENT (hurriedly and categorically). Ten rubles!

SHOEMAKER. How many?

STUDENT. Ten. And then out of compassion for unemployed surgeons.

SHOEMAKER. Thirty rubles. Out of sympathy for the urban order.

STUDENT. Only ten.

SHOEMAKER. Then give your boots powder - three times a day... And then, it seems to me, I repaired these boots for someone else.

STUDENT. But-but!

SHOEMAKER. Sew, hem, put on heels - thirty rubles!

STUDENT. Well, okay... The arithmetic mean between ten and thirty is twenty rubles. Fix it, to hell with you! But the condition: as quickly as possible. Delay is deadly.

SHOEMAKER. Well, come on. I was brought up the old way.

STUDENT. Somehow it seems to me that you, dad, are sitting in someone else’s place.

SHOEMAKER (getting to work). Why is this on someone else's? The place is mine.

Where else should a sixty-five-year-old pensioner, languishing from the boredom of life, sit? The sun is shining here, people are walking... Look, girls, girls, they sew like that, they sew like that!

A girl passing by, with short hair and fashionably dressed, suddenly screams and crouches on the sidewalk.

GIRL (with despair). Heel! (Looks around.) Shoemaker! How lucky!

SHOEMAKER (kindly). Very successful!

GIRL (approaching, looking at her watch). The heel has come off, please sew it on.

STUDENT. You see, the master is busy.

YOUNG WOMAN. But I hope you will give in. I'm terribly pressed for time.

STUDENT. I don't have time either.

YOUNG WOMAN. But get into the situation.

SHOEMAKER (to the girl). Please allow your model...

STUDENT. In no case! I am late.

YOUNG WOMAN. You have no right... The master agrees.

STUDENT. But I don't agree. Sit down... meaning you'll have to stand.

YOUNG WOMAN. Thank you... Understand, they are waiting for me...

STUDENT. I’m very happy for you... (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch.

GIRL (looks at her watch, nervous). I'm not talking about nobility, but basic politeness, decency...

STUDENT. The one you are in a hurry to see will be polite and attentive to you. Him and no one else. I don't see any point in this. It would be another matter if I liked you...

YOUNG WOMAN. Well, you know! You, you... (He gets nervous, wrings his hands. Quietly.) Well, okay... I ask you, you understand, I ask... I even confess to you... I can’t be late. Fate is decided, happiness depends on these minutes...

STUDENT. Do not be nervous. My happiness, perhaps, also depends on this nail. Why do you think that your happiness is better than mine? (To the shoemaker.) Tell me, patriarch, how old are you? You have probably already noticed that the relationship between the sexes consists of prejudices and misconceptions. Because some idiot a thousand years ago took the habit of strumming a guitar under the windows of a capricious person, putting his hand to his heart, and so on, I must now give in to every woman in everything. And, mind you, women no longer wait for the manifestation of sensitivity, languidly rolling their eyes, but demand, scream and threaten to sue. Don't give up your seat on the bus and you will be called ignorant, boorish, or whatever. (Looks at his watch.) Let's say you. You pester me with an absurd demand: “Give me your happiness!” Why on earth! I can’t, I don’t have the opportunity to be sensitive and gentle with all the girls who repair shoes for private owners. Do not be nervous. A feudal lord with a guitar is waiting for you. I think he'll like you even without heels. Hurry up - weave ropes out of it, bend it into a ram's horn. But what does this have to do with me?

GIRL (to the shoemaker). Nail this young man's tongue.

STUDENT. You will have nothing to pay for it. (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch! One minute left!

SHOEMAKER. Children, is it really possible to go this far from the very beginning?

YOUNG WOMAN. For such impudent people there is no beginning.

STUDENT. You are being rude before our eyes...

GIRL (flushing). No, you are the boor! (To the shoemaker.) How many minutes walk to the monument to Krylov?

STUDENT (with horror). Krylov?

SHOEMAKER. Five, no more.

GIRL (looks at her watch). I'm late! (Sobs). You... You are the most arrogant boor...

STUDENT (turning pale). Are you... Are you Lilya?..

GIRL (nervously). What! So it's you... Ha ha ha! Wonderful! Ha-ha-ha!... Goodbye! Don't you dare call. (Quickly leaves.)

SHOEMAKER. What's the matter? Put on your shoes, run after her...

STUDENT (mumbling). A girl with a gentle voice! Proud love... First meeting...

SHOEMAKER (blushing with curiosity). What's the matter?

STUDENT (shouting). What's the matter! What's the matter! The point is that the date took place. First date! For three months I reveled in this voice, afraid to breathe into the telephone receiver. Almost confessed my love! idolized... Proud and mysterious. I barely begged for a date...

SHOEMAKER. Hehe... The feudal lord breaks the strings...

STUDENT. Shut up, old pirate! The devil put you here! Private shops are allowed.

Presenter 3: From the notebook: “Lately I have been looking into the eyes of my fate with anxiety and expecting anything from it. For some reason I’ve been suspiciously happy lately: you love me and mostly dreams come true, hopes are met - isn’t that a lot at once?”

Presenter 4: Shaky wicket

In an old fence.

It is open to everyone.

But not for me anymore.

I'm passing by.

I'll take a little look.

Bird cherry trees under the window

White clouds.

I won't go any closer.

I'll stand here.

They forgot me there.

They don't expect me there.

The gate is open

Not by my hand.

And leaves at midnight

It’s not me, it’s someone else.

I remember the gate

He closed it quietly. .

Affectionate name

He repeated quietly.

I won't pass by.

Let me take a little look:

Bird cherry trees under the window

White clouds.

I won't come again

Into their dense shelter.

They forgot me there.

They don't expect me there.

(A. Vampilov)

Presenter 1: His skits and sketches written during lectures are readily published by the university's large-circulation newspaper and the Irkutsk youth newspaper. And although most often this is fleeting, student ridicule, at the core there is always such a living tenderness for the heroes that life necessarily escapes from under the form.

Presenter 2: “With a pencil, with several sheets of white paper, rolled into a roll or a tube, he appears at lectures, etc. if reading it was not interesting, he thinks over his stories and then immediately, in the next hour, sends them out in a row.”

Presenter 3: It’s no wonder that while still at the university he would be invited to join the Molodezhka staff and soon after graduation he would publish the book “Coincidence of Circumstances,” small and inconspicuous, like many provincial books of those years, but even now retaining the light of that distant time.

Presenter 4: Vampilov himself believed in his talent, in his writing star, etc. maybe this faith, like a secret meaning, was put into the words of his favorite romance: “Shine, burn, my star” (the romance sounds)

Presenter 1: Since childhood, theater has become Vampilov’s primary passion. In the family, the passion for art and theater was traditional. Afrikan Fedorovich, the playwright’s great-grandfather, was also a lover of theater and music.

Presenter 4: The time has come, and the plays were placed on the table: “A house with windows on a field.” “Farewell in June”, “Duck Hunt”. "Last summer in Chulimsk." "Provincial jokes."

Presenter 1: Valentin Rasputin. “The main question that Vampilov asks himself in his plays is: will you, a human being, remain human? Will you be able to overcome all the false and unkind things that are prepared for you in many everyday trials, where even the opposites are difficult to distinguish: love and betrayal, passion and indifference, sincerity and falsehood, goodness and enslavement?

Presenter 2: What distinguishes Vampilov as a playwright? Attentiveness, seriousness, rigor, the desire to reveal the truth of life with all its complexity and diversity.

Presenter 3: Staged dialogue between Vampilov’s opponent and the playwright. Imaginary opponent:

Why are you writing these plays of yours? - asks with bewilderment. - Life is cruel, and people do not want to live according to human laws. They will be broken, your beautiful creatures. Look what's going on around you!

“But I’ll still write them,” Vampilov answers, just like the heroine of his play

Dramatizing an excerpt from a play.

Valentina goes down to the front garden, picks up boards and begins to restore the fence. Shamanov is at first distracted, then he watches Valentina more carefully.

Shamanov: Valentina... (Valentina stopped working.)

So I still want to ask...Why are you doing this?

Valentina: (not immediately). Are you talking about the front garden?...Why am I fixing it?

Shamanov: Yes, why?

Valentina: But...Isn’t it clear?

Shamanov (shakes his head): It’s not clear.

Valentina: And that means you don’t understand...Everyone has already asked me, except you. I thought you understood.

Shamanov: No. I don't understand.

Valentina (cheerfully): Well. then I will explain to you...I am repairing the front garden so that it is intact.

Shamanov (grinned): Yes? But it seems to me that you are repairing the front garden so that it will be broken.

Valentina (becoming serious). I'm fixing it. so that he is whole.

Shamanov: Why? Valentina?...As soon as someone passes, and...

Valentina: And let me fix it again.

Shamanov: And then?

Valentina: And then. Until they learn to walk on the sidewalk.

Shamanov: (shaked his head). Wasted work.

Valentina: Why in vain?

Shamanov (melancholy): Because they will walk through the front garden. Always.

Valentina: Always?

Shamanov (gloomily): Always.

Valentina: But that’s not true. Some, for example, still walk along the sidewalk. There are such.

Shamanov: Really?

Valentina: Yes. Here you are, for example. You always walk on the sidewalk

Shamanov (sincerely surprised): Me?...Well, I don’t know, I didn’t notice...In any case, it’s a bad example. I'm walking on the other side.

Valentina: On the other hand. But you can go with this one too. And always around.

Shamanov: Yes? Well, that means I'm just too lazy to bend over. I'd rather go around than bend over. (Not right away). No, Valentina, you are trying in vain.

Valentina: Not true. (With two or three gestures she finished with the fence.) That's all. There is a lot of work here - and everything is in place. And the fence is intact. (Briskly). Well, don't you understand? After all, if you give up and do nothing, then in two days they will take away the entire front garden.

Shamanov: So it will be.

Valentina: Not true! You will see them walking along the sidewalk.

Shamanov: You place too much hope on them.

Valentina: No, no. They will understand, you will see. They must understand - in the end...

Presenter 4; A. Vampilov argued: “No person is worthy of humiliation, every person is worthy only of love and forgiveness.”

Presenter 1: He always loved people and life.

Presenter 2: Alexander Vampilov’s heart gave out just a few meters from the shore to which he was swimming, after the boat capsized when it encountered a snag hidden under the Baikal water.

Presenter 3: A day later he would have turned 35 years old, so he went with a friend that evening on August 17, 1972 to catch fish for his birthday. The comrade was saved, but he was not.

(Video film about Vampilov(

Presenter 4: The last drama in life is playing out.

Fate or the boat hovered over the abyss

And collapsed into dark eternity...And mom?

And in that drama, mom is both hurt and cramped.

My heart aches from black grief.

And it seems there is no and will not be breathing.

The waves of Immortality are rocking...And the sea?

And the Baikal Sea betrayed Sanya.

Like lightning, thoughts flashed about a miracle:

After all, the play isn’t finished at home yet!

Has the Lord really turned away... And the people?

And people hurried along the dark forest.

Oh, where are you, salvation? Oh, where are you, Slavs?

It won't be long before we all realize the loss.

They retrieved the sunken boat... And Sanya?

And the boys lifted Sanya ashore.

The heavenly dawn is pouring absurdly,

The path is interrupted in the gloomy morning,

And the prickly stars look...And the sky?

And the Lord's heaven accepted Sanya.

(V. Skif)

Presenter 1: When the coffin with Vampilov’s body was taken out of the Writers’ House, someone played a record with the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star” performed by B. Shtokolov. (This romance sounds)

Presenter 3: Vampilov found his star. He did the most important thing in his earthly life - he left the world, the cosmos. Our task is to discover this world for ourselves.

Presenter 4: Of course, we are faced with indifference today in the same way as under Vampilov. But it was precisely against the power of fear, lies and demagoguery that Vampilov’s words became more painful.

Presenter 2: The other world is called paradise.

Angels wander, mourning...

How are you there? - we don’t know

We feel bad here without you.

Not about strife, not about quarrel -

That's not what we're talking about at all, -

And about the silent guitar,

What could keep warm.

Listen to life and hear speech.

Without fear of offending the authorities.

Without fear of burning your heart.

About holy birthright

Plays, and plans, and phrases.

And also about nobility.

So rare now.

August again, many colors.

No you. Who is to blame?

The pain lasts for decades.

How, tell me, can I calm her down?

(M. Sergeev)(The romance “Shine, burn, my star” sounds (

Scenario
film quest
"Remember me cheerfully..."
dedicated to the 80th anniversary of the birth of A. Vampilov
MBOU Irkutsk Secondary School No. 5
13.0013.30 Interactive in the lobby
Video “Alexander Vampilov and Irkutsk”.
In the foyer there is an exhibition of books dedicated to the 80th anniversary of the birth of A. Vampilov
(school library). The head of library No. 14 conducts a quiz on any topic,
associated with the life and work of the playwright.
1. In what regional center of the Irkutsk region was Alexander Valentinovich born?
Vampilov?
a) Tulun
b) Kuitun
c) Cutulik
d) Kultuk
Answer: c) Kutulik (bag in Buryat)
2. What was the name of Vampilov’s first collection of stories?
a) “Confluence of events”
b) “Coincidence of circumstances”
c) "Acceptance of obligations"
e) “Use of evidence”
Answer: b) “Coincidence of circumstances”
3. At a seminar of one-act playwrights, Vampilov once presented his play under
title:
a) “Twenty minutes with the devil”
b) “Twenty minutes with the devil”
c) “Twenty minutes with God knows who”
e) “Twenty minutes with an angel”
Answer: e) “Twenty minutes with an angel”
4. Under what pseudonym did Vampilov publish his first stories and essays?
a) Vanin
b) Valin
c) Sanin
d) Tomin
Answer: c) Sanin
5. What is the name of an essay dedicated to your native village, native school, friends?
a) “How are our poplars?”
b) “How are our birch trees?”
c) “How are our acacias?”
d) “How are all our people doing?”
Answer: c) “How are our acacias?”
6. The main role in the film directed by Melnikov “Elder Son”, based on the same name
play, played by People's Artist of Russia:
a) Andrey Mironov
b) Vyacheslav Tikhonov
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c) Evgeny Leonov
d) Yuri Nikulin
Answer: c) Evgeny Leonov
7. The heroine of the play “Last Summer in Chulimsk,” named Valentina, throughout
repairs actions:
a) fence
b) roof
c) gate
d) gate
Answer: e) a gate; when asked why she does this, Valentina replies: “So that
was intact"
8. Vampilov’s first one-act comedy was called
a) “House with windows on the field”
b) “House with windows to the forest”
c) “Field near the house”
e) “The roof of your house”
Answer: a) “House with windows in the field”
9. The famous artist Oleg Dal in Soviet cinema played in the film based on “Duck
hunting" Vampilov:
a) Waiter
b) Kuzakova
c) Sayanina
d) Zilova
Answer: e) Zilov, the main character of the play
The winner is awarded a prize at the end of the entire event (on the stage of the hall). The prize is presented by
head of the school library (or library No. 14).

Volunteers conduct testing among spectators based on the biography of A. Vampilov (out of three
options in each question, select the correct answer).
Test questions:
1. Year of birth of A. Vampilov
A. 1927
B. 1931
V. 1937
2. After whom A. Vampilov was named Alexander
A. Pushkin
B. Green
B. Blok
3. Which higher educational institution in Irkutsk did A. Vampilov study at?
A. Irkutsk State University
B. Baikal State University of Economics and Law
V. Irkutsk State University of Railways and Communications
4. Which film based on the works of A. Vampilov was released first?
A. "Eldest son"
B. “Farewell in June”
B. “Vacation in September”
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5. Which theater in Irkutsk is named after A. Vampilov
A. musical
B. dramatic
V. Theater for Young Spectators
6. Where did Vampilov spend his childhood?
A. Irkutsk
B. Kutulik
V. Ust - Ilimsk
7. What did Vampilov’s parents teach at school?
A. Russian language and literature
B. History
V. Mathematics
8. What hobby did Vampilov have?
A. Hunting
B. Numismatics
B. Fishing
9.What did Vampilov dream of?
A. About ensuring that his plays are understood and staged on stage
B. Find the love of your life
B. To become famous
10. How many children were there in the Vampilov family?
A. One
B. Three
At four
11. Who did the father dream of seeing his son?
A. Poet
B. Writer
V. Scientists
12. Arrange Vampilov’s works chronologically:
A. “Duck Hunt”
B. “Provincial jokes”
V. "Eldest Son"
G. “Farewell in June”
D. “Last summer in Chulimsk”
E. “House with windows on the field”
13. Name Vampilov’s pseudonym, which he used to sign his first
works?
A. Lyzhin
B. Konkov
V. Sanin
14. What faculty did Vampilov study at?
A. Historicophilological
B. Historical
V. Philological
15. Which Irkutsk writer did Vampilov study at the same faculty with?
A. B. Shugaev
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B.V. Rasputin
V. P. Reutsky
16. Which building was visible from the windows of the hostel where Vampilov lived (now this is the street
Chkalov)?
A. Kindergarten
B. Church
B. Planetarium
17. In which city did Vampilov continue his studies?
A. Prague
B. Moscow
In Paris
18. What did literary scholars call Vampilov?
"Great Writer of the 20th Century"
"The Great Playwright of the 20th Century"
"Great actor of the 20th century"
19. In what year did A. Vampilov die?
A.1962
B.1972
V.1980
PROLOGUE
13.3014.30 Cinema - quest based on the works of A. Vampilov in the school assembly hall.
13.30 – 13.32. The music of E. Krylatov from the film “And It’s All About Him” sounds, and at this time on
on the screen of a video of Vampilov sailing in a boat, at the same time it sounds
poem by Nikolai Rubtsov, dedicated to Alexander Vampilov (performed by
student of class 6A Yakutov Igor):
I'll sail away on a boat,
Then I'll go on a cart,
Then on something like
Then on horseback
Then on foot
I'll walk down the street with a bag
And I will live among my people...
Next on the screen is a slide show of photographs from different years.
At the end of the performance, the presenters (AlyoshinAnpilogov Fedor and Kardova
Angelina).
On the screen is a photograph of A. Vampilov
Leading. Good evening, dear listeners. We are pleased to welcome you to the assembly
hall of our school. And today we are participants in a very significant event.
for all residents of the Angara region. This year we are widely celebrating the 80th anniversary of the Irkutsk
region, the 80th anniversary of the birth of the outstanding writer Valentin Rasputin and more
one important anniversary - 80 years since the birth of another of our illustrious fellow countrymen
- playwright Alexander Vampilov.
And now with Bayar Zhigmatov’s poem “Let’s Stand on Angara Land”
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student of class 5B Anastasia Shinkareva speaking.
Today's movie quest is dedicated to the work of Alexander Vampilov.
And I am pleased to inform you that today there are honored guests in the hall:
library no. 14
Applause
In the history of Russian literature, Vampilov rightfully occupies a place on a par with such
playwrights like Gogol, Ostrovsky and Chekhov.
Presenter. And today’s meeting with you will take place in the form of dialogue and the path to it is
chosen through quizzes, competitions, testing, so that as many as possible
It’s from you to hear about the life and work of our fellow countryman. In this regard, in the foyer there was
A book exhibition was organized by the school library. Anyone could
take part in the quiz and answer questions about Vampilov’s work.
Testing for knowledge of the main events in life and work also took place in the foyer.
Alexandra Vampilova. And we are pleased to announce that the winners of these competitions and
Further rounds will reward you.
And now we will watch an excerpt from a scene from the non-knightly times of A. Vampilov under
called "Date". Performed by students of grade 7B Zakharenko Petr, Karabutov
Kirill, Ovsyannikova Valeria.
ROUND 1
Leading. And continuing the conversation about the work of Alexander Vampilov, I think you are all with
I agree that most of us first became acquainted with his work
thanks to film adaptations of his plays.
So. We present to your attention a movie - a quest in which you will become
direct participants in the game program on knowledge of the most famous films
and attention to the first question. Which play by Vampilov begins with the episode: “On the street, near
bus stop, Tanya, a 19-year-old girl, is standing waiting for transport, reading
posters A final year student, a young man, is persistently trying to get to know her.
man 24 years old. Soon he explains that he promised to appear at the wedding of a friend with a beautiful
girl. Tanya is intrigued, but still refuses to join Kolya.” Who
will he say the name of the film?.. Absolutely right. This play “Farewell in June”...
The dramatization of an episode based on this play is performed by students of Medvedev's class 10A
Victoria, Kolesov Yuri, AleshinAnpilogov Fedor, Michal Ekaterina.
I ask those who gave the correct answer to rise...
Participants of the first block of the film quest take the stage
The screen saver is a poster for the film “Farewell in June”
Presenter In 2003, based on the play “Farewell in June” by Alexander Vampilov
director Sergei Lomkin is making a film under the same name. The play itself was
written in 1964 and first published in 1966. The events of the film have been transferred from
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60s today, which indicates the relevance of the work. Film hero, young
the person whose name is... Please tell me:
A. Vasily Bukin
B. Nikolay Kolesov
V. Grigory Frolov
Presenter That's right, the main character's name is Nikolai Kolesov. According to the story, Nikolai,
faced with difficult life circumstances, must make a choice
whose fate and the fate of a loved one will depend.
And now the question:
What choice did the hero of the film have to make?
A. marry
b. get a divorce
V. abandon a loved one
Participants of the 1st round answer the question
Presenter And now turn your attention to the screen.
On the screen is a video from the film “Farewell in June” 3 min. 4 sec.
Presenter The correct answer is to abandon your loved one in the name of a career.
This film is about the ability to forgive, the ability to humble your selfishness and self-sacrifice. And to
to our deep satisfaction, the Hero makes the right choice.
Presentation of the prize to the winner of the 1st round
On the screen there is a quest poster
Presenter In the very heritage of the writer - his early stories, journalism, plays, one can
discover only an indirect connection with music - it manifests itself in stage directions, replicas,
quick notes or characteristics of some images and wears, at first glance,
formal, casual character. In the stage directions of the play “Duck Hunt”, where the mournful music
transforms into frivolous or whimsically alternates with it, a clear reflection
one of Vampilov’s famous and beloved works by Berlioz - his
“Fantastic Symphony”, more precisely – the main, cross-cutting theme, the theme of the beloved,
which appears first as a lyrical image, and in the finale acquires grotesque
traits. There are very few such examples that can be given.
A dramatization from A. Vampilov’s play “Duck Hunt” is performed by 11th grade students
Ilyin Andrey and Shishkina Ekaterina.
ROUND 2
Screensaver – poster for the film “Vacation in September” based on the play “Duck Hunt”
Presenter By the way, the film “Vacation in September” based on the play by Alexander Vampilov “Duck
hunting" is one of the masterpieces of director Vitaly Melnikov. Filmed in 1979, it is eight
years, until perestroika it lay on the shelf. And I would like to note in the same way as for the actor
This was Oleg Dal’s best role and it’s a shame that the film was released after
death of the actor.
The image of the film's hero did not fit into the Soviet environment. Can there be a hero?
a cynic who drinks because of a “failed life” in quotes, regularly
cheating and throwing tantrums on his long-suffering meek wife Galina. Besides
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Zilov decides to commit suicide. The truth is unknown: is he playing
this moment? After all, the phone rings and distracts Zilov from his ridiculous attempt.
Who among those present will say how this story begins?
In the hall they answer the question and are invited to the stage.
Presenter And now turn your attention to the screen.
Video from the film “Vacation in September” 3. 30
Presenter So, they bring a funeral wreath to Zilov. Who suggested sending Zilov a wreath?
A. Sayapin.
B. Kuzakov.
V. Kushak.
, to the one who answered the question correctly
a token is awarded.
The presenter Zilov is confused, he lies and sees neither purpose nor meaning in his existence.
He’s not happy about anything - not the child his wife is expecting, not the new apartment, not the creative
work. Accustomed to always making vile choices, guided by the immediate,
mercantile benefits, in the end, gradually loses that main moral
the basis of life, without which everything is nothing. What is this?
A. Alienation from real life and self-absorption.
B. Frank cynicism.
B. Repentance
Participants of the 2nd round answer
Presenter The heavenly talented Zilov is an immoral man who has lost his bearings and because of this
endlessly suffering, not understanding what is happening to him. Without being able to
to understand neither himself nor his life, tired of the burden of mistakes and lies, Zilov dreams
to finally be alone. Go duck hunting.
So what interests A Vampilov most in “Duck Hunt”?
A. Understanding the role of man in society.
B. The process of moral destruction of a person.
B. The spiritual idealism of the heroes.
Participants of the 2nd round answer the question. The winner of round 2 is awarded a prize.

Vampilov's leading repertoire of serious plays consisted mainly of adaptations for
guitars published in the popular “Guitar Player's Library” and other mass publications.
Among them, Spanish music occupied a special place. Many of Vampilov's fellow students
for the first time it was from him that they heard plays and the names of little-known composers in those years and
performers such as I. Albéniz, M. de Falla, P. Sarasate, F. Tárrega, A. Sigovia, E.
Granados.He dreamed of mastering at least some elements of the flamenco style
characteristic of Spanish music. In general, the Spanish theme is Vampilov’s riddle,
indeed, “where does the guy get his Spanish sadness?” Most likely its origins are in the early
youth, when for the first time a guitar came to life in his hands, and the musical lines of the self-instruction manual and
popular collections where plays by Spanish authors were published turned into
colorful melodies and fancy rhythms. The first creative experience not only brings
joy, but also creates addictions...
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And now the romance “Wicket” will be performed, based on the poems of Alexander Vampilov. Performs
10th grade student Vladislav Vorobiev.
Presenter Before we continue the movie quest, I want to announce the winners of the test and
quizzes that took place in the lobby.
The winner of the school library prize competition was ___________________.
The winner of the Vampilov biography test was ______________________.

ROUND 3
Presenter (reading a book). “The time of action is 1970. The action itself takes place in the taiga
district center early summer morning. Valentina, a slender, pretty girl
eighteen, heads to the tea shop where she works, and on the way inspects
the front garden in front of the house: again the boards of the fence were taken out, the gate was torn down. She inserts
boards, straightens the trampled grass and begins to repair the gate. Throughout
actions she does this several times, because for some reason passers-by prefer
walk straight along the lawn, bypassing the gate.” I'm sure many of you are familiar with the play.
This... Absolutely right - this is the play “Last Summer in Chulimsk”.
On the screen the screensaver is a poster from the film “Valentine” based on the play “Last Summer in
Chulimsk)
Presenter What did the heroine of the play answer when she was told that this was a futile exercise. What's on
did Valentina answer?
A. I still have nothing to do
B. My father punished me
B. Someday they will definitely understand and will walk on the sidewalk
Tour participants respond
Presenter Valentina is secretly in love and quite by accident confesses her feelings
to a person who couldn’t even imagine... What is there to assume! He's into it
hard to believe! But then suddenly she begins to feel something special for the girl: she
suddenly it becomes for him, as he says to the pharmacist who accidentally overheard their conversation
Kashkina, what she became for him, attention:
A. “a ray of light from behind the clouds”
B. “a ray of light in a dark kingdom”
V. "ray of hope"
Participants answer the question
Presenter And this leads to the next question. What was the name of the character for whom suddenly
Valentina became a “ray of light from behind the clouds”:
A. Pashka
B. Shamanov
V. Mechetkin
Participants answer the question
The presenter Pashka also has feelings for Valentina, it seems to him that he loves her and
wants to marry her. For him, Shamanov is a serious rival. Who appeared with
With threats, Shamanov advises Pashka to go and cool his head, and things start to get worse between them.
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argument. Shamanov clearly wants a scandal, he hands Pashka his pistol and deliberately
teases him, informing him that he and Valentina have a date at ten o’clock and that
She loves him, Shamanov, but she doesn’t need Pashka. Pashka pulls the trigger in a rage
pistol So what happens next?
A. Misfire
B. Pashka wounds Shamanov
V. Shamanov kills Pashka
Tour participants answer the question
Presenter And now we will find out the correct answer to the question. Attention to the screen.
Video from the film “Valentina” based on the play “Last Summer in Chulimsk” – 3
min. 28 sec.
Presenter This was a fragment from the film “Valentine” based on the play “Last Summer in
Chulimsk" directed by Gleb Panfilov, in the role of Shamanov - Radion Nakhapetov and how are you
everyone already understood the correct answer misfire.
The winner of the 3rd round is awarded a prize.
Poem by the people's poet of Buryatia Andrey Rumyantsev “I’m riding a horse...”
read by 5B grade student Yudasheva Nargiza
ROUND 4
Screensaver – poster of the film “Eldest Son”
Presenter The film "The Eldest Son" based on the play of the same name by A. Vampilov - became a masterpiece
world cinema, whoever sees this film for the first time will never forget
fantastic game by Evgeny Leonov. I think that's why, since 1975, no one
The film directors did not try to re-shoot the plot.
Tell me, please, is “Eldest Son” a genre?
A. Case,
B. Paradox.
B. Anecdote.
Questions are answered in the auditorium. Those who answered correctly rise to
stage
Presenter Let me remind you why the situation is anecdotal.
Two unlucky young people - student Vladimir Busygin and his random
friend Semyon Sevostyanov, nicknamed Silva, seeing off two girls with whom
just met in a cafe, home in the suburbs, hoping to continue
relationships. Having been refused, they run back to the station - and are late for the last one.
train. Finding themselves in a strange town on a cold autumn night, they try
ask to stay with someone for the night, but to no avail. In one of the windows they see their father and
son, vigorously sorting things out. To Vladimir, who accidentally overheard the conversation,
an adventurous idea comes to mind - to call himself the illegitimate son of the owner of the apartment and,
thus, solving the problem with dinner and overnight accommodation.
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And now attention - the question: who came up with the version that Andrei Grigorievich Sarafanov
Busygin's father?
A. Busygin.
B. Silva.
V. Sarafanov.
The participants of the round answer, the one who answered correctly gets a token
The presenter of Sarafanov is...
A. A person who has preserved a child’s soul.
B. Loser.
B. An accomplished musician.
Tour participants answer the question
Presenter Andrey Grigorievich Sarafanov, musician clarinetist (plays in the club at dances
and in the cinema before the show), a kind-hearted man who raised his
two children, recognizes his illegitimate son as an unexpected guest. His reaction is like this
sincere and touching, that conscience awakens in Vladimir. Moreover, he himself grew up
without a father, and Sarafanov’s attitude makes him involuntarily feel mutual
feelings. He cannot respond with deceit to such boundless trust and unexpectedly
understands that the problems of this family, the existence of which he had not yet
I suspected he was not indifferent.
But still, Vladimir is forced to confess everything. However, having sincerely loved his
“eldest son,” Andrei Grigorievich forgives the deception: “You are all my children, because I
love you. Whether I'm good or bad, I love you. And this is the main thing.” Farewell Andrey
Gavrilovich gives a gift to his “eldest son.” What kind of gift is this?
Participants respond
Presenter. Attention to the screen.
Video from the film “The Eldest Son” 5 min. 30 sec.
Presenter (on Sarafanov’s line “We need to open the windows”) The winner of the 4th round of cinema is
The quest was the participant who said the box.
Awarding the winner of the 4th round
Host Our evening dedicated to A. Vampilov’s 80th birthday is coming to an end. And we wanted
would summarize it with a poem by the author of many books about Irkutsk and Irkutsk
writers.
The poem by Pyotr Reutsky “Remember me cheerfully” is performed by student 7 B
class Zakharenko Petr.
Presenter We thank everyone who took part in our program. For invaluable
for assistance in creating a script for the event, we express special gratitude to
Philharmonic Society of Irkutsk. We also say “thank you” to our friends and helpers,
Library No. 14.
Presenter Read and re-read Alexander Vampilov... Goodbye, see you again
meet!
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Awarding certificates to the participants of the evening.
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Goal: acquaintance with the life and work of playwright A. Vampilov through biographical facts, poetry, the writer’s work, music.

to reveal the creative individuality of the playwright, to show the main problems that Vampilov was thinking about;
develop students' creative and communication abilities;
to cultivate a sense of belonging to the author who lived and worked in Irkutsk.

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(The beginning of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star” sounds)

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Presenter 2: 1937 - this year the whole country was talking about Pushkin, who was killed exactly 100 years ago.

Presenter 3: Keep me safe, my talisman.

Keep me in the days of persecution.

In days of repentance and excitement.

You were given to me on the day of sorrow.

When the ocean rises

The waves are roaring around me.

When the clouds burst into thunder.-

Protect me, my talisman.

(A. Pushkin)

Presenter 4: 1937. It was this year that Sasha’s father, the director of a school in the village of Kutulik, not reconciling himself with the illegal arrest of one of the teachers, went to Irkutsk to intercede on his behalf and found himself under suspicion.

Presenter 1: Sacred, sweet deception.

A magical luminary of the soul...

It hid itself, changed...

Keep me safe, my talisman.

Let it be in the age of heart wounds

The memory will not melt away.

Farewell, hope, sleep, desire:

Keep me safe, my talisman.

(Background of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star”)

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Presenter 4: There are in the brightness of autumn evenings

A touching, mysterious charm.

The ominous shine and variegation of the trees.

Crimson leaves have a languid, light rustle.

Misty and quiet azure

Over the sad orphaned land.

And, like a premonition of descending storms.

Gusty, cold wind at times.

Damage, exhaustion - and everything

That gentle smile of withering.

What in a rational being we call

Divine modesty of suffering.

(F. Tyutchev)

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Presenter 2: Grandmother Aleksandra Afrikanovna Medvedeva had a huge influence on the children. In Sasha she found a grateful, attentive listener and student. I told Sasha a lot of fairy tales and stories. She was fond of the classics and passed on her love for it to her grandchildren.

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This is what spiritual thirst distinguished that post-war generation of boys and girls! (From the memories of the class teacher.)

Presenter 2: In 1955, Vampilov entered the university at the Faculty of History and Philology. He does without a doubt, because history in these exiled ranks, to which Vampilov belongs - applied science, home science - passed through the family memory, and literature was in the name, year of birth, Pushkin’s anniversary, grandmother, memory of the father, in the desire of the heart.

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Presenter 4: To the question: “Is it easy to be friends with Vampilov?” - Ras-Putin answered: “On the one hand, it’s easy. It seemed that he complemented you. What you could tell to yourself, you could tell to Vampilov. With him you had to be extremely sincere, frank, and never hide anything. And what he said seemed necessary to you, this is exactly what was missing in your own reasoning, in revelations with yourself. Yes, being friends with him was easy and at the same time difficult, because a friend had to live up to this.”

Presenter 2: Those were the days when everything was argued, when they learned at least something from each other, adopted something, and were insatiably eager for books and knowledge of literature.

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Scene "Date"

Vampilov Alexander Valentinovich - Date

Alexander Vampilov. Date

A scene from non-knightly times

STUDENT. Hello!

SHOEMAKER. Good afternoon

STUDENT. Are you languishing without work?

SHOEMAKER. Hiding from the heat. My shoes don't have that luxury of ventilation...

STUDENT (sitting down on a stool and taking off his shoes). An unfortunate accident. The habit of walking without looking at your feet... These boots must live at all costs.

SHOEMAKER. You mean: no matter what it costs you? (Examines the boots.) The operation is risky...

SHOEMAKER. How many?

STUDENT. Ten. And then out of compassion for unemployed surgeons.

SHOEMAKER. Thirty rubles. Out of sympathy for the urban order.

STUDENT. Only ten.

SHOEMAKER. Then give your boots powder - three times a day... And then, it seems to me, I repaired these boots for someone else.

STUDENT. But-but!

SHOEMAKER. Sew, hem, put on heels - thirty rubles!

STUDENT. Well, okay... The arithmetic mean between ten and thirty is twenty rubles. Fix it, to hell with you! But the condition: as quickly as possible. Delay is deadly.

SHOEMAKER. Well, come on. I was brought up the old way.

STUDENT. Somehow it seems to me that you, dad, are sitting in someone else’s place.

SHOEMAKER (getting to work). Why is this on someone else's? The place is mine.

A girl passing by, with short hair and fashionably dressed, suddenly screams and crouches on the sidewalk.

GIRL (with despair). Heel! (Looks around.) Shoemaker! How lucky!

SHOEMAKER (kindly). Very successful!

GIRL (approaching, looking at her watch). The heel has come off, please sew it on.

STUDENT. You see, the master is busy.

YOUNG WOMAN. But I hope you will give in. I'm terribly pressed for time.

STUDENT. I don't have time either.

YOUNG WOMAN. But get into the situation.

SHOEMAKER (to the girl). Please allow your model...

STUDENT. In no case! I am late.

YOUNG WOMAN. You have no right... The master agrees.

STUDENT. But I don't agree. Sit down... meaning you'll have to stand.

YOUNG WOMAN. Thank you... Understand, they are waiting for me...

STUDENT. I’m very happy for you... (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch.

GIRL (looks at her watch, nervous). I'm not talking about nobility, but basic politeness, decency...

STUDENT. The one you are in a hurry to see will be polite and attentive to you. Him and no one else. I don't see any point in this. It would be another matter if I liked you...

GIRL (to the shoemaker). Nail this young man's tongue.

STUDENT. You will have nothing to pay for it. (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch! One minute left!

SHOEMAKER. Children, is it really possible to go this far from the very beginning?

YOUNG WOMAN. For such impudent people there is no beginning.

STUDENT. You are being rude before our eyes...

GIRL (flushing). No, you are the boor! (To the shoemaker.) How many minutes walk to the monument to Krylov?

STUDENT (with horror). Krylov?

SHOEMAKER. Five, no more.

GIRL (looks at her watch). I'm late! (Sobs). You... You are the most arrogant boor...

STUDENT (turning pale). Are you... Are you Lilya?..

GIRL (nervously). What! So it's you... Ha ha ha! Wonderful! Ha-ha-ha!... Goodbye! Don't you dare call. (Quickly leaves.)

SHOEMAKER. What's the matter? Put on your shoes, run after her...

SHOEMAKER (blushing with curiosity). What's the matter?

SHOEMAKER. Hehe... The feudal lord breaks the strings...

STUDENT. Shut up, old pirate! The devil put you here! Private shops are allowed.

First published in the collection: A. Sanin. Coincidence of circumstances (Irkutsk, 1961)

Presenter 4: Shaky wicket

In an old fence.

It is open to everyone.

But not for me anymore.

I'm passing by.

I'll take a little look.

Bird cherry trees under the window

White clouds.

I won't go any closer.

I'll stand here.

They forgot me there.

They don't expect me there.

The gate is open

Not by my hand.

And leaves at midnight

It’s not me, it’s someone else.

I remember the gate

He closed it quietly. .

Affectionate name

He repeated quietly.

I won't pass by.

Let me take a little look:

Bird cherry trees under the window

White clouds.

I won't come again

Into their dense shelter.

They forgot me there.

They don't expect me there.

(A. Vampilov)

Presenter 1: His skits and sketches written during lectures are readily published by the university's large-circulation newspaper and the Irkutsk youth newspaper. And although most often this is fleeting, student blabbermouth, at the core there is always such a living tenderness for the heroes that life is sure to emerge from under the form.

Presenter 3: It’s no wonder that while still at the university he would be invited to join the staff of the “Molodezhka” and soon after graduation he would publish the book “Coincidence of Circumstances”, small, nondescript, like many provincial books of those years, but even now retaining the light of that already a long time ago.

Presenter 4: Vampilov himself believed in his talent, in his writing star, etc. maybe he put this faith, like a secret meaning, into the words of his favorite romance: “Shine, burn, my star” (Romance sounds)

Presenter 1: Since childhood, theater has become Vampilov’s primary passion. In the family, a passion for art and theater was traditional. Afrikan Fedorovich, the playwright’s great-grandfather, was also a lover of theater and music.

Presenter 2: Together with his Kutulik peers, Sasha played in the school theater.

The text of slide 8 ends here (slide 9)

Presenter 3: Elena Yakushkina: “At the end of December 1964, in the evening, at about seven o’clock, a young man in a fur hat entered the room of the literary part of the theater on Malaya Bronnaya and asked: “Is there a literary part here?” The room was dimly lit, only the table lamp was on, and therefore the face of the person who entered was difficult to see.

You see,” he said, “I wrote a play.”

Come in, please sit down.

He walked up to the table, took off his hat and sat down in a chair. He had a very childish face, curly dark hair and eyes that immediately attracted attention.

You live in Moscow?

No, in Irkutsk,” he answered. - I was here at a seminar on one-act plays.

He spoke seriously, but his eyes smiled. He was modest, absolutely natural and unlike anyone else. The surname of the young author was Vampilov. his name was Alexander, the play was called “Night in June” (a version of the play “Farewell in June”).

The text of slide 9 ends here (slide 10)

Presenter 4: The time has come, and the plays were placed on the table: “A house with windows on a field.” “Farewell in June”, “Duck Hunt”. "Last summer in Chulimsk." "Provincial jokes."

Presenter 1: Valentin Rasputin. “The main question that Vampilov asks himself in his plays is: will you, a human being, remain human? Will you be able to overcome all the deceitful and unkind things that are prepared for you in many everyday trials, where even the opposites are difficult to distinguish: love and betrayal, passion and indifference, sincerity and falsehood, goodness and enslavement?

Presenter 2: What distinguishes Vampilov as a playwright? Attentiveness, seriousness, rigor, the desire to reveal the truth of life with all its complexity and diversity.

Presenter 3: Staged dialogue between Vampilov’s opponent and the playwright. Imaginary opponent:

Why are you writing these plays of yours? - asks with bewilderment. - Life is cruel, and people do not want to live by human laws. They will be broken, your beautiful creatures. Look what's going on around you!

“But I will still write them,” Vampilov answers, just like the heroine of his play “Last Summer in Chulimsk.”

The text of slide 10 ends here (slide 11)

Dramatizing an excerpt from a play.

Valentina goes down to the front garden, picks up boards and begins to restore the fence. Shamanov is absent-minded at first, but then he watches Valentina more carefully.

Shamanov: Vapentina... (Valentina stopped working.)

So I still want to ask...Why are you doing this?

Valentina: (not immediately). Are you talking about the front garden?...Why am I fixing it?

Shamanov: Yes, why?

Valentina: But...Isn’t it clear?

Shamanov (shakes his head): It’s not clear.

Valentina: And that means you don’t understand...Everyone has already asked me, except you. I thought you understood.

Shamanov: No. I don't understand.

Valentina (cheerfully): Well. then I will explain to you...I am repairing the front garden so that it is intact.

Shamanov (grinned): Yes? But it seems to me that you are repairing the front garden so that it will be broken.

Valentina (becoming serious). I'm fixing it. so that he is whole.

Shamanov: Why? Vapentina?...As soon as someone passes, and...

Valentina: And let me fix it again.

Shamanov: And then?

Valentina: And then. Until they learn to walk on the sidewalk.

Shamanov: (shaked his head). Wasted work.

Valentina: Why in vain?

Shamanov (melancholy): Because they will walk through the front garden. Always.

Valentina: Always?

Shamanov (gloomily): Always.

Valentina: But that’s not true. Some, for example, still walk along the sidewalk. There are such.

Shamanov: Really?

Valentina: Yes. Here you are, for example. You always walk on the sidewalk

Shamanov (sincerely surprised): Me?...Well, I don’t know, I didn’t notice...In any case, it’s a bad example. I'm walking on the other side.

Valentina: On the other hand. But you can go with this one too. And everywhere around.

Shamanov: Yes? Well, that means I'm just too lazy to bend over. I'd rather go around than bend over. (Not right away). No, Valentina, you are trying in vain.

Valentina: Not true. (With two or three gestures she finished with the fence). That's all. There is a lot of work here - and everything is in place. And the fence is intact. (Briskly). Well, don't you understand? After all, if you give up and do nothing, then in two days they will destroy the entire front garden.

Shamanov: So it will be.

Valentina: Not true! You will see them walking along the sidewalk.

Shamanov: You place too much hope on them.

Valentina: No, no. They will understand, you will see. They must understand - in the end...

Presenter 4; A. Vampilov argued: “No person is worthy of humiliation, every person is worthy only of love and forgiveness.”

Presenter 1: He always loved people and life.

Presenter 2: Alexander Vampilov’s heart gave out just a few meters from the shore to which he was swimming, after the boat capsized when it encountered a snag hidden under the Baikal water.

The text of slide 11 ends here (slide 12)

Presenter 3: A day later he would have turned 35 years old, so he went with a friend that evening on August 17, 1972 to catch fish for his birthday. The comrade was saved, but he was not.

Presenter 4: The last drama in life is playing out.

Fate or the boat hovered over the abyss

And collapsed into dark eternity...And mom?

And in that drama, mom is both hurt and cramped.

My heart aches from black grief.

And it seems there is no and will not be breathing.

The waves of Immortality are rocking...And the sea?

And the Baikal Sea betrayed Sanya.

Like lightning, thoughts flashed about a miracle:

After all, the play isn’t finished at home yet!

Has the Lord really turned away... And the people?

And people hurried along the dark forest.

Oh, where are you, salvation? Oh, where are you, Slavs?

It won't be long before we all realize the loss.

They retrieved the sunken boat... And Sanya?

And the boys lifted Sanya ashore.

The heavenly dawn is pouring absurdly,

The path is interrupted in the gloomy morning,

And the prickly stars look...And the sky?

And the Lord's heaven accepted Sanya.

The text of slide 12 ends here (slide 13)

Dramatized reading.

“A few days before the tragedy, on one of the first August days (it was in the evening), guests from Molchanovskaya Pad came to my Baikal house - the Vampilovs with their whole family and Pakulov with his wife Tamara. They sat at the table for a long time, having tea. we treated ourselves to fresh preserves and talked about this and that. Then we went into the yard. Lenochka, the Vampilovs’ six-year-old daughter, went with us. - smell the night violet “matthiola” and look at the stars.

By that time the stars had already started to appear. The whole sky was burning, beaming, twinkling.

Sanya, bending down to his daughter and stretching out his right hand, showed her where the Big Dipper was and where the Little Dipper was.

Suddenly the child asked a question:

Dad, do you have your own star?

And he answered as only he could answer:

I don’t have it, daughter.”

Presenter 2: “So that, when dying, you can be embodied in steamships, lines and other long things,” the poet writes. In addition to the lines - Vampilov publishes books - in Kutulik, the playwright’s homeland, there is a beautiful library named after him. And in Irkutsk this name was given to the theater for young spectators. There is a motor ship on Lake Baikal. In the Pervomaisky microdistrict of Irkutsk, the main street is named after Vampilov.

Presenter 3: Vampilov found his star. He did the most important thing in his earthly life - he left the world, the cosmos. Our task is to discover this world for ourselves.

Presenter 1: Galina Soluyanova and her like-minded people broke through the indestructible wall of soullessness to open the Vampilov House in Irkutsk on the days of the playwright’s 70th anniversary. The fight against callousness of soul and indifference continues - in the name of affirming our spiritual wealth. Moral health. Ultimately, to establish our glory.

Presenter 2: The other world is called paradise.

Angels wander, mourning...

How are you there? - we don’t know

We feel bad here without you.

Not about strife, not about quarrel -

That's not what we're talking about at all, -

And about the silent guitar,

What could keep warm.

Listen to life and hear speech.

Without fear of offending the authorities.

Without fear of burning your heart.

About holy birthright

Plays, and plans, and phrases.

And also about nobility.

So rare now.

August again, many colors.

No you. Who is to blame?

The pain lasts for decades.

How, tell me, can I calm her down?

(M. Sergeev)

Related educational materials:

Script for the play based on A. Vampilov’s play “Twenty Minutes with an Angel”

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Oh, bright and beautifully decorated land of Irkutsk! You are famous for many beauties: you are famous for the majestic Baikal-father, the beautiful Angara and life-giving springs, the high Sayan Mountains, glorious cities and great temples, but your most important wealth is the Siberian people. Mother Siberia, glorified and sung by its sons: Evgeny Yevtushenko, Valentin Rasputin, Gennady Mikhasenko, is not lacking in talents...

We would like to bring to your attention a performance based on Alexander Vampilov’s play “Twenty Minutes with an Angel”... Twenty minutes of our life, twenty minutes of truth.

Seventy years of victory...

Seventy memorable years...

Construction stages, accomplishments -

Chronicle of our victories.

But for great goals

Should we forget

Important: have you forgotten how to

Do we understand our neighbor?

So here we go. 70s, an ordinary room in a provincial hotel, morning, a dialogue between two business travelers who found themselves in this city on official business.

U. Rise!

A. Have a drink.

U. Should I have a drink? As much as you want. (Gives a carafe of water)

A. (removed U.’s hand) Vodka.

U. Yes. So you prefer vodka?

A. No? Nothing? Do you have money?

W. (throws away his jacket) Examine!

A. Silence...What about you?

W. Not a penny... Listen, where is my shoe? You do not know? Where did he go? We need to think. At least three rubles.

A. Three sixty two.

Violin

A. But grief is not enough for this. He saws and saws.

U. What should he do? Artist. A prosperous person. He spent there - a ruble, back - again a ruble.

A. Tired of it.

Women's laughter

Here's another one too. Mare.

U. And here a couple settled. Young. Cheerful.

Violin.

A. Will he shut up or not?

U. Listen, maybe he’ll give us three? You go to the newlyweds, and I’ll take on the musician!

A. To hell with it, I'll try.

U. (dials the phone number) Comrade violinist? Good morning. Would you lend us some? What? I see... Zhlobin!

There's a knock on the door. Vasyuta enters.

Q. Will we clean it up?

U. You can.

Q. What day do you drink?

U. Third, Anna Vasilievna. Third.

Q. What are you drinking in honor of? For what? What kind of capital?

U. To your own, A.V. for labor

V. Lord! What do people do with money? For example, I collect pennies at a time, I can’t afford to dress my granddaughter, and you spend hundreds and hundreds on vodka. Evil takes over me.

And what's that? God! Where has it been seen to put a shoe in a trash bin?

A enters.

U. Anna Vasilyevna, look at him, he’s not a healthy person. Sick...A.V., Save. Give me three rubles until tomorrow.

B. No, no, I won’t. You have no shame, no conscience. You throw away hundreds, but ask who? No, I won’t give it, and don’t ask! (Leaves)

U. How are the neighbors?

A. Keep your pocket wider. And this one?

U. Same thing.

A violin is heard.

A. The shard is splitting. (Knocks on the table 3 times).

Bazilsky enters.

B. What does this mean? Why are you knocking?

A. I'm tired of your music.

B. Oh! So did I bother you? Sorry! I’m stopping you from yelling, roaring, growling, forgive me generously. And yesterday you even screamed. It was you who screamed. I don’t understand how you manage to do this...

A. We are sick of your music.

U. This is not the Palace of Culture, this is a hotel, this is where people relax, by the way.

B. Everything. And no more sound. Clear?

A. Groovy guy.

U. Apparently, people don’t go to see it – there’s no money coming in.

A. There is money. He's squeezing.

U. Are there really no kind people in the world? (Opens the window) Look how many people there are. Full street.

Music

Wedding

Groom bride

A military man arm in arm with his wife, invited.

(12 people)

(After the dance - 2 verses with a bridge - he screams) Good people! Help! Hard case! Stalemate! Who will lend a hundred rubles?

U. Don’t joke, Fyodor Grigorievich.

A ditty.

Loud laughter. They run away.

And look at them. They laugh...Here they are, your good people.

There's a knock on the door.

X. Good afternoon. Was it you who asked for money? I can help you.

U. He offers for three.

X. Nothing of the kind.

A. Listen, friend... Even if you reach into your very soul, will you really tear out at least three rubles from there?

H. (takes out money) Here you go... You don’t have to return it. Goodbye. (Leaves).

A. How much?

U. One hundred!

A. Wait a minute. (Leaves).

U (counts the money, holds it up to the light).

X. appears, led by A.

A. Here, take the money, to hell with you.

X. But I gave them to you.

A. Or maybe the money isn’t yours at all, huh?

X. Whose are they, do you think?

U. Aren’t they fake?

H. (put the money in his pocket). I see that simple human participation is incomprehensible to you.

A. Listen, explain to me, admit it. Otherwise I won’t sleep. A hundred rubles just like that, you live for a great living - well, who will believe you, judge for yourself...

X. I wanted to help you.

A. You're lying! Towel! (Twists X's hands.)

X. Comrades, what's the matter?

A. Where did the pennies come from, tell me! Where did you get them? Stole?

W. He didn’t steal, it’s clear that he didn’t steal.

U. Where does the money come from? Will you tell me or not?

U. Don’t, Fedya, it will get worse.

X. Untie me or you will answer for this.

A. I’ll tell you now...

U. Listen, let's untie him. Who knows? Let him go further...

A. No...He will tell me...

U. And I’m telling you... let us go...

Struggle. They get tired. They fall on the bed.

A. Fraer...Barbos...

U. You are a fool, Fyodor Grigorievich...

U. You’re running into something you don’t know what. (Rises, wants to untie X.)

Struggle.

A. We need to call people. Let them judge. (Runs out into the corridor) Citizens, help if you can.

Everyone comes in.

B. What's the matter?

S. What happened?

Q. What else is this?

A. Sit down, A.V., listen. Sit down, citizens. (To Ugarov) Bring me up to date.

U. Dear neighbors! You see before you a man who, in half an hour, frayed all our nerves.

B. In short.

X. Untie my hands.

S. Why is he connected? What is he, a criminal?

U. Maybe a criminal, and maybe even worse than a criminal.

A. In general, this is the case. Just now, as a joke, I shouted out the window, saying, citizens, borrow a hundred rubles.

S. We heard. I think this joke is outrageous.

B. Continue.

A. Well, I was joking, and we forgot about this matter. Here comes this goose...

U. Literally unknown to us.

A.I says: “Did you ask for money?” Leaves this hundred here and leaves. Yes or no?

A. Well, of course, I’m dragging him here.

U. And he is our moral. He says he wanted to help with all his heart. What is this, huh? Reason, good people.

S. Hmmm... Interesting...

U. Maybe we really don’t understand. He is a driver, I get toilets for my hometown - maybe we don’t understand life?

V. Yes, he must be drunk.

A. He is sober. Not in either eye, which is the point.

B. Should I give these fellows a hundred rubles? Mysterious...

S. Well, you are in vain. What's mysterious about this? rogue. A swindler, that's all.

F. Why are you doing this? After all, it is unknown...

S. What is unknown? His motives are unknown, and it’s not for nothing that he hides them. Only a swindler, a scoundrel, an obviously frivolous person can make such a joke. In a word, he's a crook.

Q. Should I call the administrator?

B. Or maybe a doctor? Are you sure you are healthy?..

X. I’m healthy, but what’s wrong with you, comrades? Do you really not understand? One person has not a penny, another has chervonets. The second gives to the first, shares with him. It's so simple. Look, we all care about ourselves the most. But at the same time, we must not completely forget about others. The hour comes, and we pay dearly for our indifference, for our selfishness. This is true, I assure you...

S. Brad. And a religious one at that. Nonsense and lies.

X. Yes, you yourself won’t help anyone.

B. Incomprehensible! In this city, no one except old women and child prodigies attends concerts. And intelligent people, instead of caring about culture, drink vodka and try at all costs to surprise the world. Why are you doing it? For what? By doing this you are corrupting the public, do you understand this?.. No, I don’t believe in your kindness! This is some kind of devilry!

X. It really is: do good to people, and they will thank you.

S. Give up these things. Who are you to throw away hundreds? Tolstoy or Jean Paul Sartre? Well, who are you? I'll tell you who you are. You are a bully. But that's the best case scenario.

Q. Why are you so handsome? Aren't you a heavenly angel, forgive me, Lord.

B. Alas, he has no resemblance to an angel. You are a charlatan. Or a type of charlatan.

F. What if really?.. If he wanted to help them? Just…

S. Don't talk nonsense!

F. Why are you yelling at me?

S. Because – don’t go where you shouldn’t!

F. Listen, I believe you. I believe that you are doing this just like that...

S. Stupid! Nothing just happens like that. And never! Remember this!

F. And you all think so?

Q. How else?

S. Don’t meddle with your naivety! I beg you.

F. So, everything that is done is not just like that?

V. Everything, dear, everything - don’t even doubt it. Both help and participation are not just that. That's love too...

F. What is love?

V. Because, dear, love is love, and, you know, with a car, for example, a husband is better than without a car.

S. Shut up!

Q. Am I not telling the truth?

S. What do you want here?

V. Yes, I’m not telling you, but to her. Let him know his place. It's good for you.

S. Shut up, old woman!

Q. Why are you yelling?

A. Look, agronomist. You're confusing people...

S. Comrades! What's going on here? This is simply monstrous! We'll all squabble. And all because of him! Because of him! He's a provocateur! He insulted us all! Slandered! He didn't care about our souls! He needs to be isolated. Immediately!

A. Let him tell you first why he came.

U. Where does the money come from?

A. Why did you give it? For what?

B.Can you finally name the true reason?

S. Speak, damn it!

All

Crazy, drunk, swindler, lie, I'll hurt you.

B. Maniac! Do you imagine yourself to be Jesus Christ?

F. Stop! Come to your senses!

X. What are you asking from me? What do you want?.. Tell you that I stabbed?.. Robbed?.. Killed?

C Not excluded. I'm even sure that we solved the crime. Call the police and that's the end of it!

B. No, no, call the hospital. This is delusions of grandeur. Definitely. He imagined himself as a savior.

C. For reference? Mental hospital number. Thank you.

X. Okay, untie. I'll explain everything. I don't intend to stay in a madhouse. I am busy. I came here for a week... My mother lived in this city... I haven’t seen her for six years... And during these six years I have never visited her. It didn’t help in any way... For all six years I was going to send her this very money. I carried them in my pocket, spent them... And now... now she doesn’t need anything anymore... And this money too. I buried her three days ago. And I decided to give this money to the first one. who needs them more than me... You know the rest. Now, I hope you understand me?

V. Lord, what a sin...

U. And we, huh? It didn't turn out well.

B. Excuse me, if possible...

U. Wine...

B. It's terrible, terrible. Something happened to us. We have gone wild, completely gone wild...

A. Sorry, friend, don’t be angry.

U. If only they knew what conversation...

S. Sorry, of course, Today I quarreled with my wife for the first time. Stop sulking. As you can see, my friend is in trouble. Well, excuse me. Well, don't sulk.

F. Don't touch me, please.

A. Understand, brother, money when you don’t have it is a terrible thing.

B. God is with them, with the damned. Where there is money, there is evil - it’s always like that.

U. What can you do... For your mother... So to speak, for the commemoration of the soul... Sorry.

X. No, comrades, nothing, life, as they say, goes on...

Verse from a song about a tramp (“Across the wild steppes of Transbaikalia...”)